here we are again, another week.
i’m a little late preparing this one. it’s sunday during naptime. down to the wire, i tell ya. i feel like my musical selection this week may be cheating. the beatles? duh. sorry if you’re thinking, “boy, what an obvious choice.” try again next week. i’ll try to be more original.
abbey road, people. one of my favorite summertime albums. and would you look at that: we have it on vinyl. this was a glorious surprise on wednesday morning. how did i not know this??? one good thing about moving is that you discover your own things again. like shopping, but at your own house.
as much as i love the ease of music on the internet, robert and i often play vinyl records. tools like spotify help us listen to any music anytime. one of my other favorites, last.fm, creates a list of recommended artists by tracking what you are already listening to. it’s great! but there’s nothing like listening to a record purely for the pleasure. when robert and i first started dating we began buying albums on vinyl. it was like a time machine because we didn’t have a record player yet. i bought him a record cabinet off craigslist for his birthday that year. it’s well-loved and one speaker doesn’t work, but it helps us slow down and appreciate our favorite music.
the beatles songs are what i sing to archer when “the farmer in the dell” and “the ants go marching” are worn out… here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo, here come’s the sun, and i say, it’s alright. i feel pretty weird posting a video of myself singing, but i did record “golden slumbers” back when i still wore glasses and had a lot more free time. it’s a great little lullaby.
there were years where i was mostly listening to country and contemporary christian radio stations. i knew all the rascal flatts lyrics by heart. and i still hung onto hope i’d marry zac hanson… [don’t knock ’em. this led me to check out their newer stuff, i mean, how fun is this video?] of course, i got older, more sophisticated (hah) and widened my horizons quite a bit. one summer, riding with windows down my world was changed by a burned cd decorated with sharpie that read “abbey road.”